His head nods forward once.
Unbelievable.
My muscles clench around nothing, as if my body is anticipating his touch. I turn around, unbutton my slacks, and drop trou. Warm hands grasp at my hips. I pull my lips within my mouth and press down, in an attempt to match the stillness in the room. No words. No breath.
Next thing I know, his hands are traveling up the back of my shirt, stopping just as he reaches the base of my neck. Gently, he urges me to bend down farther.
Obediently, I pull my head toward my knees. I want. No… I need him to touch me.
In an attempt to break the tension, I declare, “no drugs. I promise.” I’m met with silence. I know full well that I didn’t listen to his earlier request.
The same “tsk tsk” sound echoes within the close quarters. I’m a mere ragdoll, exposed and positioned just how he wants me. I’m unsure what he’s doing, but I think the faucet is running? A second later, something smooth presses on my clenched hole. I didn’t have to see it to know exactly what it is.
Between my legs, I look on as he crouches just behind me. He moves to feather a kiss on one ass cheek, right as he gradually slides the moist, cool plug inside me.
No longer can I keep the sound in. An unexpected moan tumbles out of me. If this is an attempt to punish me, I will only be disobedient from here on out.
Warm lips press against my other cheek once the plug is fully seated just inside me.
Slowly, he pulls up my panties and then the bottoms. Like I’m the puppet and he the master, he spins me around only to button the front of my tweed trousers. This man has bent me to his will time and time again; however, each new encounter has been overlapped with extreme devotion.
My body aches for him, but all I do is stare as he stands to his full height and rolls his shoulders back. Strands of streaked, ash blond hair fall partially into his eyes, as he tilts his head and leans toward me. Dax lines my neck with soft kisses, then pulls back and considers me. Those slate eyes cause my knees to feel weak and I wonder if I behold them long enough, if I can glimpse into his very soul. His lips part slightly and the air feelscharged. Lust fills the modest room, in spite of everything that has transpired. My mind and heart battle yet, I have to remind myself that everything is so new. Too many uncertainties. I’m positive more secrets are waiting just around the corner.
“I found something,” I let out, cutting through the thick sexual aura that engulfs us. My fingers dive into my miniscule pocket, retrieving the SD card, putting it into his now outstretched hand.
He observes the foreign item in his hand, then looks back to me, as if urging me to continue.
“Thelma died.”
His brows scrunch together and dammit his beautifully pitiful expression, better not make me start crying.
Taking a deep breath, I press on. “Everything that I love seems to die. I should have checked on her sooner, especially when I noticed she wasn’t coming out of her hide anymore.”
Deep lines mar his forehead, ahead of a staunch frown.
Don’t cry. I point to the card in his hand. “It was within the pieces of her hide. I… I smashed the skull hide. I don’t know how to see what’s on it.”
He nods thoughtfully.
“Do you think it’s from Theo?”
He hands it back to me.
Immediately, I push it back within my front pocket for safe keeping.
With his hands free, he signs:Be careful around Eamon. I’ve seen what he can do.
Of course, he would know Eamon better than me, but I believe that he’d never hurt me either. Him and my brother seemed to have something real. They were special to one another. I don’t think I’ve ever left a toothbrush at a partner’s place, but my brother had a serious enough relationship tokeep twin tarantulas with someone. Theo was always better at everything, even dating apparently.
“Okay. I will,” I conceded.
Dax exits the women’s bathroom first and I follow a few moments later. With so many unknowns, it felt kind of liberating to have my own secrets for once. My only wish is that one of them doesn’t cause me to become aroused, as I labor through this night.
Dax takes up residence in a far corner of the bar, positioned so he can watch me. Has he always monitored me so openly or have I never realized it until now? What if someone notices? Like Eamon… would he be upset? Happy for us? Fuck me. Everything was so vague, but also so real… intense. His relentless observation causes me to feel unease, teetering between both desire and modesty. Whatever this thing is between us, I don’t want it to stop.
As I pour the shaken liquid into its glass, I can’t help but wonder how long we’re supposed to keep up this charade. Pretending that we aren’t anything more. Like many parents, my mom explained that there’s a difference between good and bad secrets. Good secrets are the kind you keep to yourself for a little while, then eventually share, like a surprise party or a present. Bad secrets are when you keep the information to yourself forever. Funny how they were the ones who kept the biggest secret from me. Did they ever plan to tell me? Did Theo know? What category did this situation fall into? Was being with Dax a good secret or a bad one…?
My internal unrest comes to a screeching halt as my gaze snags on Jada's suggestive position, all but leaning over Eamon at the end of the bar. I don’t know why I feel more slighted by her pursuit of him than anything thus far, but I have an overwhelming urge to smother her. Truthfully, I don’t even feelremorseful for thinking this way… I do reign from a Mafia family after all.
